Yeah, that’s what I wanted as a kid too. What? You don’t believe me?
Reassuring and sad at the same time.
Getting pretty racy. I always thought of them as sort of an Ozzie and Harriet type couple…you know, separate beds. I wonder if O&H had a hot tub. If so, they probably used it at different times.
Moms always know. They pick up on the subtlest clues. Truly this is their superpower.
What is that on his face?? It looks like a stick-on nose.
There’s a little hotel / older than hell / cold as the dark end of a mine / blanket’s so thin / I just lie there and grin / huggin’ my bottle of wine.
That’s one of the fringe benefits of getting older…you don’t have to care what others think. Other than family, of course.
It’s always seemed like work to me. If God had wanted people to garden, He wouldn’t have invented gardeners.
Sounds like a lot of geezers I know.
Better yet, go visit the grandkids. There’s no better funk-buster.